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fifty-five

Lane

I move around the kitchen and prepare a pot of coffee with some pep in my step. I’m on cloud nine this morning, and I feel better than I’ve felt in ages.

For the first time in nearly four years, I had sex last night.

And the fact that it was with Olive just makes it that much better.

She told me she loved me before she gave me her virginity, and I’ve never felt so connected to somebody before.

I know last night was emotional for her, but I don’t know if she realizes it was emotional for me, too. Since that wasn’t my first time, I could just hide it better. But I’ve never felt anything like I felt last night.

It wasn’t just sex. It was us giving ourselves to each other completely, and it’s so much better than anything I’ve experienced in my thirty-two years.

With every movement, Olive burrowed herself a little bit more into my soul, and by the time we finished, she was a permanent part of me.

She’s mine, and I’m hers.

“Good morning, baby,” I hear her say as she steps into the kitchen, her voice still gruff from sleep.

I turn around to find her in one of my shirts, and I hold my arms open for her, wrapping them around her when she rests her body against my chest. “Good morning, Ballerina. How are you feeling?”

Olive smiles up at me sweetly. “Are you going to keep checking in on me, Lane?”

I peck her lips. “Only when it’s something new. Last night was the first time you had sex, and I think it’s fair for me to see that you’re feeling okay.”

She spreads her hand out over my bare chest and gazes at me longingly. “I love you. And I’m feeling fine.”

“Just fine?” I question, raising my eyebrow.

“Is fine not enough for your ego, Hotshot?” she teases.

“If you’re just feeling fine, I’m going to have to try harder next time.”

Olive laughs, lips brushing over mine. “Is there going to be a next time?”

I pull her bottom lip between my teeth and rest my hands over her ass. “I did promise I’d fuck you today.”

She looks at me, fire in her eyes while breathing heavily. “There’s definitely a next time. Last night was… amazing.” She leans closer to me, pressing her forehead to mine. “I need more.”

Lust consumes me, and I press my hardening length against her. “You want my cock again, Livvy?”

She nods enthusiastically. “Yes. God, yes.”

“Using your words,” I rasp, squeezing her cheeks in my hands. “Such a good fucking girl, Olive.”

Her tongue darts out and wets her bottom lip. “I think you want to be a good boy, too.” My cock twitches against her leg, and her smile turns devious. “Oh, you definitely want to be a good boy.”

I groan before smashing my lips to hers. “I want to be your good boy.”

In a display of boldness I’m not used to seeing from her, she pushes me backward. “Then grasp the edge of the countertop, and don’t move your hands.”

“And if I do move my hands?”

Olive doesn’t take her eyes off mine as she slowly drops to her knees in front of me, slipping her thumbs into the waistband of my shorts. “Then I’ll stop.”

I watch as she pushes my shorts down with my boxers, and my cock stands straight out, begging for her touch. My grip on the counter loosens when she wraps her hand around me. “Fuck, baby…”

“Hands on the counter, Hotshot.” I quickly comply, and I’m rewarded with her tongue swiping over my tip. “Good boy, baby.”

She starts lightly stroking my shaft, and I’m so hard it’s painful. “Liv…”

Olive gazes at me innocently, though I’ve learned this woman isn’t innocent at all. “Yes, Lane?”

“Ballerina,” I groan. “Please.”

“Please, what?” she teases. “Use your words.”

Jesus fucking Christ, I’m already about to come .

“Please put your mouth on my dick. Lick me, suck me, just do something.”

“Good boy.”

She smirks before she spits on my shaft, seemingly remembering what I told her before, and she spreads it down before she sucks the head of my cock into her mouth. “Fuck yes, just like that, baby.”

Olive has only done this a few times, but damn does she learn quick. I don’t have to direct her at all right now; she just knows what to do.

She teases her tongue over my tip, licking up the precum leaking out. She twists her hand around my shaft as she bobs her head down my length, pulling me into the back of her throat.

And it takes every fucking bit of restraint I have to not reach out and touch her.

She brings me even closer to the edge when she brings her free hand up to cup my balls. “So good, Liv,” I moan, barely forming a coherent thought. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

Olive smirks around me, and I’m lost in the moment, focusing only on the way she moves over me like she’s always done this.

Like I didn’t just teach her how to give a blow job literally last month.

When she hollows her cheeks to create suction, I grip the counter so hard my knuckles turn white. “Olive, baby — goddammit, I’m getting ready to come.” Her response is to suck me in farther, and I detonate, spilling every drop of my cum down her throat with her name on my lips.

I catch my breath as I watch her swallow every bit of my release before she stands up. And when she does, I immediately pull her in, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. I can taste myself on her, but I don’t care; I just need to be closer to her.

She drapes her arms around my neck, and I let my hands start to explore. I start by tracing them down the front of her body, squeezing her breasts through her shirt. Moving further down, I slip my fingers under the hem and slide them between her thighs.

And where I expect to find fabric, I find nothing but skin.

“No panties,” I grunt, teasing my finger over her slit. “And you’re so fucking wet. You like sucking me off?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “I like being able to make you lose control.”

Olive slides her hand down my chest before she takes hold of my cock, still hard and ready for another round.

I take her shirt by the hem and pull it over her head.

“Turn around and bend over,” I command. “Now.” She turns around quickly, laying the top half of her body over my kitchen island and pushing her ass back toward me.

I lean on top of her, teasing the head of my cock through the wetness seeping out of her.

“You tell me if you need me to stop because I’m not going to be gentle right now.

You wanted to be fucked, and I like it rough, baby. ”

I slip inside a few inches before pulling back out, and on my next thrust, I slide in to the hilt, feeling her pussy stretch over every inch of me. “Lane!”

She lets out a loud moan as I roll my hips. “Does that feel good, Livvy?”

“So good,” she pants. “Please don’t stop.”

The only world in which I could stop right now is the one where she tells me to.

“Never,” I breathe, lips against the shell of her ear. “Your cunt squeezes my cock so well, baby. I’d live inside you if I could.”

“I love the way you feel,” Olive moans. “You’re so good.”

I wrap her hair around my wrist and pull her head back, and she gasps as I do. “Because your pussy was made for my cock. Nobody could fill you the way I can.”

“Delaney can.”

I let out a deep chuckle before pulling her hair tighter. “Fucking brat.” I start moving faster, and Liv starts backing up into me, meeting me thrust for thrust. “Goddamn, you like it rough, too. Don’t you, baby?”

“Yes!” she yells, and I swear I grow harder.

“Then scream for me, Liv. Be loud and make sure everyone can hear just how well my cock fills your tight cunt.”

“Lane, fuck!” she cries, even louder than before.

“Atta girl,” I coo. “You’re listening so well. You want my cum, don’t you?”

“Mhmm.”

“You want it inside you again?” I breathe, rolling my hips with more force. “You want my cum to drip out of you?”

“Please, Lane!”

I take my other hand now and press her against the cold marble, keeping her steady as I fuck her harder. “Hand between your legs, Liv,” I manage between heavy breaths. “Tease that needy clit. I need to feel you come on my cock before I fill you.”

She listens immediately, hips bucking the moment she makes contact. “Oh God…”

“You can call me Lane,” I smirk against her ear. She works her finger faster over her clit, and I can feel that she’s already close to her release. “I feel you fluttering around me. Squeeze me, baby. Squeeze that cunt around me and pull every drop of cum out of me.”

Olive shatters quickly, and her orgasm is strong enough to take me right along with her. My hips still, and my cock pulses inside her as I come for the second time this morning.

“Fuck,” I cry. “Take all of it, Olive. Every fucking drop.”

I rest my forehead between her shoulder blades as we both struggle for breath. When our heart rates steady, I slip out of her and roll her over underneath me.

“Lane,” she sighs. “That was incredible.”

“Better than last night?”

“Yes.”

I groan. “You’re not so innocent after all, Ballerina.”

Olive laughs happily. “Only for you, Hotshot.”

“Because you’re mine.”

All fucking mine.

After Olive and I clean up in the shower, we get dressed—I throw on my shorts, and she puts on a pair of leggings after she pulls on my shirt again.

The coffee finished brewing a while ago, but we were a little bit too preoccupied to grab any before now.

We both sit on my kitchen island, sipping from our steaming mugs, and I’m startled when the elevator doors open. I look out to the living room and see Sage bounding in ahead of Knox and Harlow.

“Remind me to tell Rory to stop loaning out her elevator key,” I chuckle, slipping off the island and scooping my daughter off the ground. “Lovebug!”

“Daddy!” she shrieks, throwing her tiny arms around my neck. “Miss you, Daddy!”

I hug her tightly and kiss the top of her head. “I missed you, too, Sagie. So, so much.”

Sage peers over my shoulder and finally notices Olive behind me. “Mommy here!”

Liv laughs lightly. “I am here, sweet girl. Did you have fun with Aunt Lo and Uncle Knox?”

“Aunt Wo let me stay up late!”

“Did she now?” I chuckle, pointing my gaze at my friends.

Harlow just shrugs. “Deal with it, Brooks.”

“I wanna play, Daddy,” Sage states, wiggling out of my arms.

I set her down on the ground before she falls, and she runs off, finding her bin of dinosaurs and dumping them on the floor.

As a parent, nothing will make you cringe more than the sound of a toy bin being dumped on your clean floor.

I just sigh. “Thanks for watching her, guys. It’s nice to get a kid-free night sometimes.”

Knox smirks. “I get the feeling you two made good use of that.”

“What does that mean?” Liv asks, cheeks already flushing.

He bites down a laugh and focuses his attention on me. “There’s a certain… scent in the air.”

I bark out a laugh as Liv turns bright red, bringing her hands up to cover her cheeks. “Oh my God!” I wrap my arms around her, and she buries her face in my chest. “You didn’t tell me there was a scent, Lane!”

Harlow looks at us excitedly. “Does that mean it finally happened?!” Olive bites her lip but nods. “Liv! I’m so proud of you!”

Knox looks at her curiously. “You’re proud of her for having sex?”

Liv chuckles, and her skin starts to take on its typical hue again. “It’s a really long story.”

“Fair enough,” he relents. Knox has always been one to make sure he doesn’t push anyone too far, especially when it’s something they’re uncomfortable with. He’s been through his own variation of trauma, and I think that plays a large part in it.

“Was Sage good last night?” I ask, steering the conversation away from our sex life.

“She was an angel, Lane,” Lo smiles. “She always is.”

“Are you guys coming to her recital in a couple weeks?” Liv questions.

Knox actually smiles at us. “Like we’d miss our niece’s first ballet recital.”

“We’re just hoping the game doesn’t run long that day,” Harlow adds.

“Same,” I sigh. “I am not missing my daughter’s recital.”

Olive bumps me with her shoulder. “Then make sure you get the win early, Hotshot.”

“Gee, I hadn’t considered that,” I tease. “Thanks for the wisdom.”

She pretends to bow in front of me. “Here to help.”

I chuckle and wrap my arms around her, enjoying this moment.

Wondering what the hell I did in a past life to deserve all the wonderful and amazing things I have now.

I don’t have that answer, but I won’t take any of this for granted.